For a Man Going By on a Bicycle

Those strong thick legs extending from your shorts,
That pump the pedals round and round and round,
I wonder how they'd be at pumping me
In simple up-and-down and in-and-out.
That hard tanned body out there dodging cars,
It ought to have some hardness left unseen
For plunging into things less dangerous
And more responsive than your leather seat.

I'd love to have you ride me, not your bike,
To feel those hands undress me privately.
I'd like to have you try ten speeds on me,
Foreplay to climax, and the ones between.
Although I know I won't see you again,
You make me hot and wet, my biker boy.